Harrison Heights Academy

Attack of the Pink Dormroom

This is alittle bit of a shorter chapter. There aren't any horses in this chapter just a bunch of backround and charecter stuff.

Hope you like it!

Sorry for any mistakes.

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     As Sara and I walked toward Sandger I looked around campus. The sidewalk curved and twisted towards campus. The stable was in a quiet corner of campus on the woods. Two paths lead towards campus, one for the guys that lead to their dorm. Another lead to the girls’ dorms and the rest of campus. Many of the other students were walking along the paths. As we walked Sara and I talked about the horses and riders at the stable.

     “So Griffon is a champ cross-country horse?” I asked Sara about the gorgeous gray gelding.

     “Yeah, he has champion race horse blood in him too,” she said. “He is everything you want in a thoroughbred and some.”

     “What do Chex and Jessica do?” I asked looking at her.

     “They do cross too,” she replied. “Chex is anOldenburg. I think she is the only one in the stable.”

     “Sand-King is so an appendix. His form and conformation show it,” I said as she looked at me.

     “Right. They do hunter-hack at shows but Alicia and him can do anything,” she said looking at a squirrel run across the sidewalk with a nut in his mouth. The nut was bigger than his head.

     “Do you know anyone here?” I asked going completely of topic.

     “Hannah, Jessica, Alicia, and me all went to a camp together,” she said catching on to my change of topic. “How about you?”

     “Three of the football players and one rider,” I said looking at a bird sitting on a park bench with its head tilted.

     “Really?! Who?!” she asked with her eyes getting bigger.

     “The one on the riding team is my sister. On the football team I know Joe, my older brother, and two of the sixth graders,” I said thinking of the two weirdoes who I grew up with.

     “What two do you know?” she asked trying not to look interested but sounded that way.

     “I know­­­-“

     “Hey Ju!” said a guy behind us.

     “Mark Johnson and Ty Paton,” I mumbled.

     “You know them?!” Sara whispered in my ear.

     As I turned around I saw two guys standing in front of us. I recognized them instantly. Mark Johnson, a really annoying guy I grew up with, and Ty Paton, a guy that I met because of our dads. Ty’s dad worked with my dad. Ty worked with my mom to train rescue horses. He helped me train Storm some too. Mark, on the other hand, grew up in the town part of Willow Creek. They both rode but they were better off playing football.

     “Hi,” I said very short.

     “Hey,” Sara said very song-like.

     “Hello,” Ty said looking at his feet as he shuffled them around.

     “Where are you all off to?” Mark asked mostly toward Sara.

     “Winchester. How about you guys?” Sara asked smiling.

     “Rockefeller,” Mark said.

     “Well wouldn’t want to keep you,” I said pushing for them to leave.